12/9/2021 – hearth

The sky darkens
The earth cools
And all the world slows

But here
Hearths roar
Hearts quicken
Both with flames alight
Their warmth unbound

12/8/2021

Whither went the golden harp
That played the sweetest tune?
Where have all the trumpets gone
With their triumphant call?

Why, when the music rang so clear,
Has it now ceased, so soon?
And when again will their song play
In my mind’s busy hall?

A symphony plays
And my breath can, at last, slow
As a peace descends

Outside a fierce wind blows
And whistles through the trees
And cool descends upon the earth
With otherworldly ease

But here I sit in quiet
With warmth not far from me
For in your arms there’s peace untold
And from the chill I’m free

Staff, raft, wall, or meal

Endless its purposes seem

Like its skyward reach

The sky breathes warm wind
O’er the cold, colorless ground
Life rises once more

A spark alights
In my mind’s eye
Of places unreal, uncreated

And that spark
Flickers into flame
As the skies and earth take shape

Ah, and those within
That world
I know their hearts
Surer than I know my own

The evening’s gone so quiet now
There’s no sound in the world
And so my mind’s consumed with how
Your hand in mine is curled

Your eyes are shut, and so your hand
Is still and calm and soft
All troubles of the day are banned
From you; your heart’s aloft

A whisper deadens
Fades before it can be heard
Over the fresh snow

I dream of a place

Free of greed’s viselike grasp

Where the rivers run wide, wild, and true

Where joy flies apace

Toward he who but asks

And more than all, all there is you